Penn Cage Books Novels & Stories

A corner with a cage in it. “Rain?”

( Book is completed and is available on Good novel, W******l, and Inknitt. 4. Caged ( Survival ): A book about a young Teenage and God-fearing female Student who got kidnapped along with her schoolmates. She had to fight for her survival along with the others... Whether she was able to, will be determined with time. ( Book is Ongoing and Available on Good novel and M********r. )

But the uneasiness didn’t leave her. The library was quieter than usual when Emma arrived. Sunlight streamed through the tall windows, illuminating the wooden shelves and casting long shadows on the marble floors. She tried to focus on the book in front of her, but her thoughts refused to settle. Every time she turned a page, Caleb’s voice echoed in her mind. "Did he ever tell you what happened to my girlfriend?" She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to shake off the memory. It was ridiculous. Ryker wasn’t some murderer. If he was, she would have known. Right?

Looking at the ceiling, she sighed incessantly. "Why did Casey do this to us? What kind of cult group was that? Are they real?" Bella ran her finger through her hair. Suddenly another thought knocked on her head and she sat down, "Black Book. Does that book contain any information about rituals or cults? I want to read the book. Yes, I should."

After Lucy finished speaking, she added a sentence. "Sir Fergerson asked him to pass it to you. It looks valuable." After she heard that Caleb had left, Penny no longer hesitated and drove to Dawn Haven Villa. When she returned to her bedroom, she frowned when she saw the book that was out of place. She read this book before going to bed every night and had always been organized with how she placed items in her room. Penny took her facial massager and put it on the dressing table before she picked up the book and took a look.

(Penny’s POV) The cage wasn’t big enough to stand in. I had to hunch, knees tucked to my chest, back pressed against the cold iron bars. The floor was packed dirt, damp in places, gritty everywhere else. A single lantern hung outside the bars, throwing long, jittery shadows across the long hall. Every time someone walked past, the flame danced, and my heart jumped like it was trying to escape my ribs. They’d taken my backpack. That hurt more than the ropes cutting into my wrists.

Elowen snapped. “I solve it by keeping you alive,” Corvin said. Elowen stepped closer, heat rising in his chest. “Alive where? In your rooms? In your sight? Or under your command?” Corvin’s jaw tightened. “Under my protection.” Elowen shook his head. “You dress it in softer words, but it is still a cage.” Corvin’s gaze did not waver. “A cage keeps predators out.” “And traps animals inside,” Elowen shot back.

Edgar demands. I reach up to remove the pillowcase-type hood and I blink and smooth my hair down, dropping the pillowcase to the floor. We are in a cavernous warehouse-type building with plenty of light. But I notice the cage we are in first. Black metal. A human-sized dog cage with four walls complete with a roof and floor. It is sturdily built. Big enough to fit two humans because Analiese is right next to me, also trying to orientate herself.

Torches flickered in their sconces, casting dancing shadows across the carnage. And in the center of it all, Kaelen Blackthorn stood like a god of war. He was covered in blood—black and red and everything in between. His eyes glowed like dying stars. His sword dripped. His chest heaved. Around him, a ring of Shadowfang wolves lay dead or dying. He was magnificent. And he was trapped. Derrick stood on the platform above, surrounded by his elite guard. In his hand, he held a knife to the throat of a hostage—a young Nightshade wolf, barely eighteen, her eyes wide with terror.

Soon the prisoner bus entered Switzerland's largest international detention center, which was located far from the city. "Get off!" shouted one of the policemen. Tristan got off the bus, and he saw that on his left and right sides there was an iron fence with wire inside the fence. Many inmates were looking at him. Tristan could only sigh and walk, following the warden, who welcomed his arrival. Tristan was directed to the cell he would be placed in after changing into prisoner clothing with the number printed on his clothes. Because Tristan is known to be dangerous and a psychopath who has killed many girls.